I’m working to tame the messy jumble of muck in my head that spits out phrases like “messy jumble of muck” because, frankly, muck isn’t something that jumbles, is it?
Did his insurance company not get the memo that his heart disease was discovered via autopsy?
I so admire the KTLA news anchors who let cooler heads prevail during last week’s St. Patrick’s Day earthquake in Los Angeles.
Even the tiniest baby steps can keep that dreaded circle of safety from closing in on you.
Here’s what my days have looked like lately: wake up around noon. Wash up, put “real” clothes on (maybe), and immediately regret waking up so late. Thanks, meds.
Call this “ars bloggetica”, if you will. Am I, as a mental health blogger, obligated to stay on the shiny side? Am I allowed to be pessimistic and negative?
Is anxiety a monster? Is anxiety a roadblock? Is anxiety a train without brakes? Is anxiety war? The metaphor that you use to describe your anxiety probably tells you something about how you view your anxiety — and your recovery process.
Have an anxiety disorder? Hate being sick? Throw some cold meds into the mix and you might really end up feeling bonkers.
Why overload my body with a medicine that might be just as effective at half strength?
Whenever I’m feeling the first few rumblings of panic in my gut, a simple distraction can make a huge difference in my anxiety level.